Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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 This week’s photo prompt is provided by Maria with Doodles and Scribbles. 

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.


The rush of water soothed his jangled nerves, wiping away the tension of the past week. This was his spot. His thinking spot. And he had some thinking he needed to do and fast.

Susan wanted to get married. He wanted to get married, just not to her. All week his brain had been jumping back and forth, searching for the right answer to the problem. He didn’t want to break her heart; she thought he loved her. And he did, just not in a marrying-raise-a-family kind of way.

Sue was a city girl, easy amid the hustle and noise of a big city. He was a country boy, at home under the wide-spread sky, silent but for the wind and the call of a hawk.

It wasn’t gonna work, no matter how many times he assured himself it would.

Back on shore, he pulled on his boots and mounted his horse, turning the mustang’s head towards home.

A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

Even when it hurts.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 3-12-2017

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photo-20170306154630013This week’s photo prompt is provided by Mike Vore. 

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

 

Chris whipped the cover off the piano and sat down, fingers running lightly over the keys as he waited for the rest of the band to settle. He’d been awake the last 72 hours in a frenzy of writing; never a good sign in the studio.

“So,” Dante asked, having drawn the short straw, “what’s on the agenda today.”

“Same as yesterday,” fingers stroking ivory. “We have to get it right.”

“We got it right yesterday,” Jay put in.

Chris stopped playing. “Once. Out of how many times?”

The rest of the band simultaneously cleared throats, sighed.

“Once,” Jay admitted, “if I remember correctly, out of …hum-ah… many times.”

“All right then.” Chris started to play again.
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“I thought once we got famous, we were supposed to enjoy, not slave away.”

When Chris looked up, no one claimed that statement.

“We are not famous enough.”

The rest of the band shared a look.

“Ah, silly me,” Dante muttered.

Another long day in paradise.

FFfAW Challenge 2-5-2017

FFfAW

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photo-20170130154651135This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jessica Haines. 

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words).

 


He didn’t want to go home. He’d rather stand out in the rain and jump puddles. That was more fun than home. Anything was more fun than home.

He looked up from splashing water with the toe of his shoe, but he didn’t see the familiar brown car. Relief in the name of joy filled him.

Rain dripped down his hood, splattering onto his face. Rain was good. Water was fun. He liked swimming.

A car splashed down the road and stopped, window down.

Sheriff Conway smiled.  “Nice backpack.”

“It’s red.”

“I see.” He leaned an elbow on the open window. “You want a ride home?”

“Mommys coming.”

“She asked me to take you to Mickie D’s for dinner.”

Jimmy ran around and jumped into the passenger seat of the police car. “Can we use the siren?”

He let the boy blast the siren once then shut it off, putting the car into drive. This was the part of the job he hated.

Mommy wasn’t coming home again.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week 1-10 to 01-16-2017

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.


They stepped onto the boat, woman flinching as the deck tilted beneath her, gentleman assisting her to a seat. He chose to stand at the stern, clear view to where she sat.

He should have killed her the minute she knew, but he hadn’t. And he was pretty pissed at himself for not having done so. With so many ways she might destroy him, he needed to find out how she’d known.

Besides, a watery grave was no better, nor worse, than one landlocked.

The cool of the night surrounded him, moonlight sparkling off water, beautiful against the garish lights of the taxi. So much to do before he abandoned his life here. He’d liked living here, loved it in fact. But done is done.

He’d only taken his gaze from her for an instant, but when he looked again she was no longer in her seat. His eyes searched the boat, nostrils flared, but no matter what he thought, wanted, or believed, she was gone.

FFfAW Challenge-Week of January 3, 2017

Week of 01-03 through 01-09-2017

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FFfAW

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please stay within this limit.

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. 

He lived on Indian Time, that time which meant one is never early and never late. At college, Indian Time caused a good bit of hassle, for him, his professors, and his friends. When he’d come back to the sandstone mesas of his childhood, time settled once more into the still dark depth of his being.

Closing his eyes, he breathed in the vastness of the buttes and mesas around him. Yes, he’d been tempted to stay, but no, he’d never regretted his choice. This was home and home meant Harmony.

The petroglyphs carved onto the faces of the rocks circled him like family, endlessly patient, all-knowing and wise. He felt close to his ancestors here. He felt understood.

Tomorrow he would drive into Shiprock in his Uncle’s old blue pick-up and start his new job. Working at the Clinic would be hard, but he wasn’t afraid of hard. He was afraid of no longer being Indian enough.

Home. Harmony.

The sound of drumming far in the distance.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week 12-27-16 through 1-2-2017

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Chilling winds raced beside us, hooves on sand reverberating like a heartbeat, roar of the ocean endless white noise. The wind smelt of salt, sand and leather.

Sandersun pulled against the bit, but I held him steady. Mr. Gallager would throw a fit if he lamed before the race. Hurting million dollar racehorses was not the way to remain gainfully employed.

Darknessrising drew head-to-head. Sandersun pulled harder on the bit. God, this horse loved to run. Hoof beats melding with heartbeats. Power between my knees.

The dark bay surged ahead. So much for a controlled ride. Giving Sandersun his head, the stallion leapt forward, body stretching to the powerful stride which made him a champion.

Nearing the mile end, I pulled him in, cantering him cool. Susie did the same. At the next quarter-mile, we pulled to a walk, bumping fists and grinning like fools.

“I love the beach,” she laughed. “And riding.”

And I love you I thought, but didn’t say.

Exhilarated, we turned for home.

 

 

 

FFfAW Challenge – Week 12-06 through 12-12-2016

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This week’s photo provided by Jade Wong.

Another foray into the attempt at haiku. Or, just a three-line poem if that doesn’t work!

 

Smuggled among glitter

grass, topsy-turvy puzzle.

A paper white bat.

FFfAW Challenge – Week of November 29, 2016

Week of 11-29 through 12-05-2016

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Thank you Louise, with The Storyteller’s Abode, for our photo prompt this week!

Read more here.

She read the letter with sinking stomach, trying not to believe the words true. Sunlight streamed in as if nothing had changed, but it had. Her tea grew cold. Tears quivered on her eyelashes and she wiped them away. She would not cry. Not now. Not ever.

It was such a silly thing to cry. Tears felt good in the moment, but after one was left with an ache in their eyes as well as in their heart.

Her eyes wandered, touching the possessions she’d gathered over the years. Nothing was of particular value: trinkets he’d brought for her from far away places; her mother’s old tea set; the chairs they bought when first married. He was good to her. Not that he didn’t tease, but he loved her.

“Jacob, Mr March will be coming home today. Please prepare the parlor for his return. And ask Cook to prepare food for the mourners.”

FFfAW Challenge – Week of November 22, 2016

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Footy and Foodie.

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.

FFfAW

 

The travelers reached the ridge line by dusk, greeted by the last lingering sight of the sun.

“Think it will come back up in the morning?” Gustav asked, horse fidgeting beneath him.

“Best come,” snorted his companion. “Didn’t make no deal with my money,” here he glared over at Gustav, “to have it skip on me.”

“True,” Gustav reflected, ignoring the look. Who was to say he hadn’t left his wallet at home this morning?  It was always best to get the other man to spend his cash rather than spending his own. He liked cash and he liked to keep what he had. Small habit, but important.

They both stared down at the decrepit… what had they been called? Trucks?  Every once and again, they’d run into a reminder of the distant past. Musta been miserable.

“He’s gonna come back.  Can’t stand the world in darkness.  Piss’em off, I’d think.”

Gustav laughed.  “Oh, yes, I’m sure he’ll be back. And soon if I’m not mistaken.”

Life… and money….and the hook ….what else could a man want?

 

 

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